The $18 Billion Wife He Abandoned Novelas e Histórias

He married her to save his empire. He divorced her the moment he no longer needed her. But what if the woman he tossed aside... was the only one who ever truly loved him? Rebecca Henshaw was once Davis Gates’ devoted wife — graceful, loyal, and deeply in love. Their marriage, born from family alliance, blossomed into something real... until one tragic night, a deadly fire, and a web of lies tore them apart. Branded a murderer in her husband’s eyes, Rebecca endured years of cold silence and rejection. Now, just as she discovers she’s pregnant with his child, Davis returns home — not with love, but with divorce papers. Heartbroken and humiliated, Rebecca walks away, determined to rebuild her life far from the man who shattered it. But Davis never expected her to rise like a phoenix. Behind her soft smile lies a thriving empire, a powerful identity, and a secret that changes everything. When danger begins to stalk her, Davis steps in — not out of guilt, but something far more dangerous: love. Now he wants her back. But Rebecca is no longer the woman who once begged for his affection. She’s stronger. Smarter. And she’s not alone. Can Davis break through the walls he built — before another man takes her for good? Or is his greatest regret losing the one woman he was too blind to treasure?

On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Evelyn Hart caught her husband, Damien Sinclair, sleeping with another woman. That night, every piece of love she had spent years protecting shattered completely. Leaving Damien, however, was not as simple as walking away. Evelyn’s father was critically ill and required enormous medical expenses, while the powerful Sinclair family continued pressuring her to maintain the marriage. At the lowest point of her life, Evelyn returned to the world of research she had abandoned for marriage. Instead of finding peace, she became trapped in a cruel game filled with humiliation, betrayal, and accusations that slowly destroyed her even further. Amid all the chaos, Sebastian Sinclair appeared. Cold and dangerous. The greatest rival within the Sinclair family. A man who should never have become involved with her. A man who slowly began protecting her. While Damien started regretting everything and grew increasingly obsessive about winning Evelyn back, Sebastian stepped deeper into her life in ways she could no longer avoid. Caught between an old love filled with pain and a cold man who silently remained by her side, Evelyn must make a choice: Stay trapped inside the golden cage called marriage or destroy everything for the sake of her own freedom.

I thought I was the Conti family's "legitimate wife." Until the day I saw it with my own eyes, my husband, Christian, resting his hand on my stepsister Emma's bump belly, gentle like he was cradling the future. Everyone told me to be "big-heated": when the baby was born, they'd put it under my name, make him call me Mom, because the family needed an "heir." Even the private doctor they hired announced it in front of everyone—steady heartbeat, and from the ultrasound, it looked like a boy. I didn't cry and didn't make a scene. I just picked up the phone and told my lawyer to initiate the divestment. Twenty-four hours later, Christian's cards were frozen, his projects got their loans yanked, and assets started getting seized— That's when he finally understood: he hadn't betrayed a wife. He'd betrayed the lifeline of the entire family. But what I really wanted to know was— When he dropped to his knees and begged me to come back, would I tell him— I had already picked out his grave?

Sofia Esteban had given up her fortune, her family and her name for love... only to have her husband shove divorce papers in her face and announce he was marrying another woman… who claimed to be pregnant with his child. Two months later, Sofia wakes from a coma with no memory… only to discover the man she loved has married her rival and her life has been shattered…

Aria Vale pressed her pen to the divorce papers and signed her name. Three years of her life reduced to a signature. Three years of loving Damien Blackwood. She hadn't even set the pen down before she found out. Someone new. Already chosen. Already waiting in the wings while the ink on their ending was still fresh. With a broken heart, she walked away from the man she had once saved and loved with everything she had. But Damien did not know one dangerous truth: The woman he threw away was not ordinary. Aria hid a powerful identity, a dangerous secret, and soon, a child that could change everything. Now the man who let her go wanted her back. But this time, Aria was no longer the woman who waited to be chosen.

I gave him nine years. Nine years of stretching every coin, raising our son alone, sleeping on my side of the bed because I could not bring myself to take his. Nine years of telling Dave his father was working hard so they could have a better life. I believed it myself. Until I saw him on a public street with his hand on another woman’s waist, looking at her the way I spent nine years waiting for him to look at me. When he crossed the pavement it was not to apologise. It was to tell me she was his wife. Six months married. He told me to keep things calm, walked back to her, and introduced me as his cousin. The divorce papers came that same night. I needed a job immediately. For my son. For the bills that would not wait for me to finish falling apart. So I pulled myself together the way I always do and kept moving. I did not expect Mac Harlow. I did not expect him to run three blocks to return my dropped folder or offer me a job despite his sister’s calls to have me removed. I did not expect his daughter to find my son within ten minutes and decide they were already family. I did not expect to discover that the man I was starting to trust was connected to everything I was trying to leave behind. He did not know. I believe that. But Marshall knows now that someone else sees what he threw away. And he wants it back. He is nine years too late. Mac is looking at me like I am worth staying for. Not fixing. Not managing. Staying for. I spent nine years being someone’s afterthought. Never again.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

For four years, I worked three jobs to support my husband, Edward Godfrey, while he chased his PhD and battled ALS. And somehow, in all that time, I'd never stepped foot on his campus. Not because I didn't want to. Every time I brought it up, he had some excuse ready. When graduation came, I asked to go to his hooding ceremony. He shut it down fast. "It's just a formality. A bunch of lab nerds. You'd be bored. Once I bring the diploma home, we'll have a candlelight dinner." I didn't argue. Just helped him straighten his doctoral gown. But I couldn't hide how excited I was. So I dressed up. And secretly followed him. Onstage, Edward stood beside his wheelchair, voice thick with emotion. "I want to thank my wife. She stood with me in the lab, even while pregnant, helping me grind out countless precious data points." I froze. My hand pressed against my flat stomach. Cold crept down my spine. For four years, I'd busted myself raw to support his PhD. I went from the girl everyone on campus admired to a fish seller, reeking like seafood every day. Worked so hard I miscarried twice. So who exactly was this "wife" he was thanking?

"You were never her, Aria. You were just... there." Jason's words echo in my head as I stand in the back of the church, watching him mourn another woman on her sister's wedding day. Isabelle. The perfect dead girlfriend. The ghost I've been competing with for three years. I thought I could be enough. I thought love could grow where grief once lived. But when I find the evidence, when I see the hotel receipts, the text messages, the photos of Jason with Isabelle's sister Violet, I realize the truth. I was never the love story. I was the intermission. What I don't know yet is that nothing about my marriage was real. Not Jason's cruelty. Not Violet's affair. Not the stranger's rescue. They've all been playing a game, and I'm the prize they're willing to destroy each other for. When the truth comes out, when I discover why Isabelle really died and who's been pulling the strings, I'll have to decide: Do I let them destroy me, or do I burn their whole world down?

Jessica didn't marry for love. She married to survive, One signature at Kingsway Hotel tied her to Michael. A man who offered security not affection, A man who never looked at her like she mattered. She told herself it was temporary, told herself she could endure it. But love doesn't always ask for permission. Somewhere between silence and loneliness. Jessica fell for a man who never chose her. Michael treated their marriage like business, Cold, distant and untouchable. Until the day everything shattered. A Truth she never meant to discover, A pregnancy that wasn't her's. She didn't fight, didn't beg, She walked away with a secret, She never planned to keep..... And a heart that doesn't know who to belong to anymore. Months later Michael comes back, Not Cold, Not distant But desperate. But too late Now Jessica must choose the man who broke her, Or the life she is building. And a secret that could destroy everything.

Ethan hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks, the other tangled in her hair as he pulled her head back, kissing and biting her neck like he couldn’t get enough. They didn’t even notice me. “She’s downstairs,” Juliana gasped between moans, her voice wicked and breathless. “Pregnant… all round and swollen… looking so ugly… and here you are… fucking me.” Ethan chuckled low and cruel, never slowing his rhythm. “She’s not my wife. She’s just an incubator.” ################ He thought he destroyed her. He was wrong. Serena Harrington trusted three people: her husband. Her best friend. Her mother-in-law. They were all lying. On the night of the grand vow renewal party, she caught them in the act her husband brutally fucking her best friend over their own bed while they laughed and tore her apart with every vicious word. Her mother-in-law watched it all with a satisfied smile. And her husband? He looked at her like she was nothing more than a transaction. Six years of marriage. Six years of lies. Six years of watching her back while they plotted her ruin. They took her money. They destroyed her name. Then they left her for dead. But Serena survived. She disappeared. She rebuilt herself. She became someone unrecognizable. Now, five years later, she’s back. Not as the desperate wife they mocked. Not as the woman they buried. But as their worst nightmare Ethan Cadwell took everything from her. Now she will take everything from him. Piece by piece. Dollar by dollar. Tear by tear. And when he’s finally on his knees… she’ll show him exactly what a Harrington does to those who betray her. They thought they buried her. They should have made sure she stayed dead.